Reborn in the 1980s: Nine Stunning Beauties Get Pregnant Before Marriage

"It's not difficult to brew this kind of sorghum liquor. This jar of liquor is the one I brewed myself before," Qin Shan said, taking a sip of the liquor.

"Uncle Qin has this skill! Do you think it would be feasible to sell this wine outside?" Chen Yongqiang ate a peanut.

"Your idea is good. But what's the situation right now? Every household has just enough grain to eat, let alone any extra to brew wine. Wine is the essence of grain; without grain, everything else is meaningless." Qin Shan pointed out the core problem.

"Uncle Qin is right. Grain is the foundation. Without enough grain, all our plans for the future will be in vain." Chen Yongqiang also knew that this was a thorny issue.

"So I'm thinking that if this is to be done, we need to first make sure that our village and the villagers who are working with us can produce more grain from the fields. Once we have more grain and a surplus, we can then think about the second step: turning that surplus grain into liquor and converting it into money."

Qin Shan put down his chopsticks and looked at Chen Yongqiang seriously: "Increase production? That sounds encouraging, but it's difficult to do."

Chen Yongqiang had his own plans. His spiritual field space could improve breeding, and as long as it was promoted, grain production would increase.

But he didn't say it outright at the moment, only going along with the conversation: "It's not easy, but we have to try. This is my plan for next year: I can make enough money to supplement my family's income by hunting, so I'll plant more sorghum on my own land and do an experiment to see how much wine we can brew."

Qin Shan put down his wine glass: "Yongqiang, it's good that you have the drive. But this is quite risky. If the sorghum harvest is bad, or if we can't pay the grain tax, that would be a big problem. Next year is different from previous years; we'll be officially starting to pay the grain tax. The quotas have been set, and that's a hard task."

Chen Yongqiang poured some wine into Qin Shan's glass: "Uncle Qin, I understand your concerns. Grain supply is of paramount importance, and I will not be ambiguous about that."

"I've thought it through. We'll test it on a small plot first, so as not to delay our main food rations and mission supplies. Even if the sorghum doesn't work, I can rely on the mountains for sustenance, hunting and gathering wild produce; I can manage to patch up the deficit. I can afford this risk."

Qin Shan's expression softened upon hearing this. He picked up his wine glass and took a sip: "Since you're so confident, I don't want to discourage you."

"Here's what we'll do. After you harvest the sorghum, I can lend a hand with the brewing business. My skills are just sitting around anyway. But let me make this clear: for the sake of safety, I need to prioritize planting corn and wheat on my own few acres of land. I really can't spare any sorghum for that."

Chen Yongqiang nodded quickly: "Uncle Qin, I feel much more at ease knowing that you said that. Your help with brewing is more important than anything else."

"Of course, your land should be used primarily for staple crops; that's the right thing to do. I originally planned to test the waters with my own land first. If it works out, great; if not, I certainly won't drag everyone down with me."

Qin Shan picked up a piece of dried radish, chewed it a couple of times, and then seemed to suddenly remember something: "Oh right, Yongqiang, there's something else. That reservoir you led everyone to build in the mountains before winter, will it really be filled with water by spring? I think the location is suitable, but I'm afraid it'll be a dry reservoir, and all our efforts will be wasted."

Chen Yongqiang smiled and said confidently, "Uncle Qin, don't worry about that. I've checked that pool repeatedly. The location is well-chosen, and the soil underneath is very firm."

"When spring comes and the snow on the mountain melts, water from all directions will naturally gather there. I dare not say it will be full, but it will definitely be enough to water our land once or twice in the spring."

Besides, he had a backup plan: the spring water on Qinglong Mountain flows year-round. He could simply remove the stone and divert the water there.

Inside the house, Chen Yongqiang and Qin Shan were planning how to make money next year.

Meanwhile, several young people from the village gathered at Liu Qiaozhu's house to play poker.

He Jun's shouting and yelling could be heard from a great distance.

"I'll give you two cents, are you in or not?" Old Sun's son, Sun Jianlin, also joined in.

"Don't rush, let me look at the cards first." He Jun picked up the cards and slowly pushed them aside.

He Jun rubbed his fingers together on the edge of the cards, glanced at the pile of banknotes on the table, and said, "You're really tough this time. Fine, I'll call with another five cents!"

As he spoke, he slapped down a few more small bills. The cards in his hand were a straight flush, which was considered the highest in this small game.

Liu Qiaozhu sat to the left of He Jun, looked at his cards, which were a few loose cards, put them together and threw them back into the pile: "You guys play, I'm not playing this round."

Sun Jianlin never looked at his cards; he would only follow half of whatever He Jun bet.

"Junzi, Jianlin, this is just for fun. You've already piled up five pieces. Know when to stop," Liu Qiaozhu reminded them.

Sun Jianlin had already spent a considerable amount of money, so he went along with it: "Okay, I'll listen to Brother Liu. I won't follow anymore, I'll just close the bet."

"You're smart enough to run away quickly, I'll only win a little less from you this round." He Jun confidently showed off the cards in his hand.

"7, 8, 9 of hearts, straight flush! Have you ever seen this before?" he said, reaching for the money on the table.

"I haven't even revealed my hand yet, what's the rush?" Sun Jianlin grabbed He Jun's hand.

He Jun didn't take it seriously, "Then go ahead and play. I don't believe your hand, which you play without any strategy, can beat mine."

Sun Jianlin slowly flipped over the three cards on the table.

The first card is the Ace of Spades.

He Jun scoffed, "You think you can beat me with just one Ace?"

Liu Qiaozhu stared at the cards without saying a word.

The second card is the King of Spades.

He Jun's smile froze for a moment, and his eyes widened slightly.

The third card was slowly unfolded... it was the Queen of Spades!

"AKQ of Spades! Straight Flush..." Liu Qiaozhu gasped.

Sun Jianlin smiled and gathered the money in front of him, saying, "Brother Jun, this is quite a sum. It's a pity I'm also a sum of money."

He Jun stared blankly at the three spades, muttering to himself, "How is this possible... how is this possible?"

He had just complained that Liu Qiao was too talkative and reminded Sun Jianlin to stop, which caused him to lose a lot of money.

In retrospect, Liu Qiaozhu's words actually saved him.

Liu Qiaozhu coughed, breaking the silence: "Jianlin's luck is really good today... Wanna play again?"

He Jun snapped out of his daze, pulled out a few more bills from his pocket, and slammed them heavily on the table: "Play! Why aren't we playing? This is nothing! Deal the cards!"

In the next few rounds, luck played a trick on He Jun.

He won a few hands, but they were all small hands, and he only won a few cents.

However, if they lose, they will inevitably run into Sun Jianlin or Liu Qiaozhu who have a decent hand, and their money will be swept away.

Sweat began to bead on He Jun's forehead. He had lost again, watching as Sun Jianlin neatly arranged a handful of small bills.

"This is weird... I'm not playing anymore! I'm not playing anymore!" He Jun stood up and glanced at the few coins he had left in front of him.

"My luck is terrible today!" he said, then turned and walked out without looking at the other two.

Once He Jun's footsteps had completely disappeared outside the door, the polite smile on Liu Qiaozhu's face vanished completely.

"Jianlin, if you have time, bring Chen Yongqiang over here."

"Now, the richest man in Shimen Village is naturally Chen Yongqiang."